Daughter Of The Oak Poem by Lynn Anne Brown

Every time I rise I need to reach a little wider
Spread my roots down deep into the rich ripe soil
I take my gift, what I've gathered in the Sunlight
I Protect my roots and the ones for whom they toil
Every thing I make, I try to make a little better
Every word I write, I write that the best that I can
Every song I sing, I come to sing a little free-er
Every time I play, I remember who I am

I am a Daughter of the Oak
I am a Sister of the Stone
I am a Keeper of the Well
I am a shaker of the Bone